8/6/11

8/6/11

I had several dreams last night. One or two running into the other. Oe was csi related – I was watching it last night. Stella is handling the case, and it’s I a hotel. Beyod that I don’t remmeber it.

The other dreams are more vivid.

Horse jumping and a stables, a woman who I talk to about getitng my own horse – livery costs etc, and getting given stufff – white aint and other things – green money ring

then I am somewhere in london. It feels like the 70s I am with a man who I think is my father. He gives me a plastic ring that is a form of money – a fiver I think, and it’s the second person to give me money. It’s a considerable amount to me. I am meeting a friend (a pakistani/indian girl0 and we are going out for the day on the train. There are other friends too. I am waiting a long time, before I decide to go to the platform (I have the tickets) so it’s a bit of a hike – we are onSt Pancras station. There are trams. I see them and it’s like I am watching something from 70’s/0’s tv as one goes past, then we go up a flight of stairs, and through some underground like tunnels to the platform. My friends get on, I search the platform. She’s at the end. We get on the train there (she’s wearing a red jacket an dhas a red bag) and ionto the last carriage. She’s in front and squeezes past the workers on the train (also in red) who are sitting down and into the forward carriages where we meet our friends. I think we were going to the zoo. Asnd I hear the staff on the train making comments about the girl.

12/4/11

12/4/11
 
I had several dreams last night, but don’t remember all of them.
 
I do remember the one on the island with a mountain chain in the background where I was looking for some sort of periwinkle for this kid mum and I were looking after.  There was a rescue happening on the mountains (it looked like striding edge) and a helicopter was trying and failing to land.
 
There was also something going on in a house where the lift ended up on fire.  It’s possible it was set on fire on purpose.  I was with a bloke who had a distinct feel of ‘military’.  I don’t remember whether we escaped or not.

4/9/10

4/9/10

I had quite a vivid dream last night though I think there was more than one, given that one has fantasy beings in and the other dinosaurs. It started with me walking somewhere. I slip to the side of the road – it’s icy and at an angle – I see or find a queens head shilling which is important for some reason I can’t fathom – There are ice and fire people after me for this shilling (it must have had some special power or something. It’s all very Narnia-esque. I get rescued and end up being protected by another group of people. We end up in a minibus and have to sleep in a lay by because of the nasty begins. Only the fire beings have found us. I don’t remember any of the dream after this it moved on to the next one.
I am at work trying to get processing of the triaxial permeability tests right ( I was struggling a little with them yesterday). Then I ended up in a hospital where I had to do a test of sorts on a computer with a nurse as monitor, Then a friend had to do the test, and she wasn’t taking it well. I /really/ wanted to do the test for her. It was like she was paralysed the moment she sat in front of the screen. The nurse/monitor keeps telling me I need to let her do it herself, and I know this, but I have to point her in the right direction. Then once she has started I leave the room and I sit in a lounge for a bit. The seats are really comfy and in funky bright colours. There’s a big window (pretty much floor to ceiling) looking out onto a garden. I meet Ian Stimpson from uni there. He invites me on a field trip. I think it’s supposed to be in the Lake District. Me and friend doing the test go. We head into the mountains, there’s big brick buildings to one side of the track (hugging and in some cases digging back into the mountain. We drive into the valley via minibus I got a bit concerned about Stimmos driving he was going round corners at a speed at which we could easily have careened off. It’s a huge, steep valley, with lots of twisty roads, we are walking (though even that has risks) and we head down on the way walking back.
When we get to the bottom of the hill there are duck like dinosaurs that aren’t dinosaurs according to Stimmo. And the mountains are in spring bloom – loads of bluebells – I take photos – and yellow flowers. There is a small pond at which the duck billed dino’s are drinking. It’s all very picturesque. We get the Minibus home again (it seems to be following the route home from work even though Wallingford is nowhere near any mountains. The weather is very changeable – snow, rain wind, all in patches. I point it out to one of my companions. When I get home and need to nip to the loo – it looks like grandma’s.
There was also a bit where I dreamed I had to finish the painting I am doing because Kath’s sister was getting married that weekend and Kath wanted to give it to her as a gift….though I am fairly certain that in RL Kath’s sister is in fact already married…

16/7/10

16/7/10

I had several dreams last night, mostly about my week at work processing test data, and therefore not really worth relating given how boring it is, though I am fairly certain it was more focussed on interacting and conversations with the staff at work. One dream last night that I do remember was about a beach. I was familiar with it though I don’t recognise it from real life. There was a map and I was searching for something, possibly something dangerous. The beach is in a U shaped valley, rising gently (with sharp brownish red rocks on either side) with creamy sand between them. I know the water gets deep /really/ fast as soon as you go off the sand. There is a large upthrust of rock in the middle of the beach which is high and wide and which the tide when high surrounds with vicious waves when high. The rock is egg shaped, pointy end out to sea. It has a steep, flat slope to the top from land, and is rocky and shallow going into the water. There is a depression and vegetation at the top. There is a way up onto the rock when the tide is low and I climb it to see into the depression up top. I think I thought there was something hidden up there. I also remember there being a garden and a house further up the valley near the edge of a cliff that I explore too. I don’t remember much more of the dream.

14/11/09

Last night was a very disturbed sleep what with the stormy winds and heavy rain, and I woke up often. I know I have had several dreams in the night, at least one of them left me feeling quite disturbed, but I can’t remember anything more solid. I do remember the one dream however and it is the one I had just before I woke. I was with mum, she and I were in Didcot and it was nasty weather. I was broke and mum wanted me to come home and visit so I managed to scrape enough money together to get a train fare. Mum decided she was coming with me on the train as well and was wondering what to do with the car (why we didn’t drive home is beyond me) but she left the car at the landladies and we got the train at Didcot and got off in Birmingham. Mum had been talking non stop and I distinctly remember wishing that I had made this trip alone so I could have some peace from mums constant babbling on about this and that. Anyway, we get off in Birmingham train station and find our way to the main street where the Christmas/German market is usually held. We come at it from the bottom of the street and have a look in several shops, several are selling pastries and other foods, then mum finds a shop she really really loves and hasn’t been in/seen in aaages so she drags me over to it. Its quite an unusual shop with lots of little bottles, some of which are really tiny, they are either perfume or fruit juice, not sure which though my brain is leaning towards fruit juice, though how they could be drinkable in such tiny tiny bottles is beyond me. Mum engages the shop keeper, a man in discussion and I am trying to decide whether the tiny bottles are testers or for sale as perfume or whatever. The shop is vaguely reminiscent of an open grocery store like the one in Preston’s St Georges centre. Anyway then I woke up from my dream.